Britpop Slag

Blur's Damon Albarn posing with Stephen Street's sons, London, 1995.

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Word count: 1.872

Warnings: smut

Requested by anon x

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“Why can you not stand to be around me for more than two minutes?”

Damon’s voice broke through the thick air and loud music as he tried to catch up with my determined steps. A short-lived vague conversation with a few nasty remarks had blossomed between us in the middle of this party, and my turning my heel had sparked a ridiculous chase scene throughout the house. I should’ve seen it coming though, Damon was never one to shy away from an argument.

“I know you don’t think I’m good enough for Justine-”

“I think you’re stubborn and annoying-”

“Justine is stubborn too. She seems to be able to take me,” Damon had regressed back to his calm voice again. We had found ourselves standing still in a quieter corner of the party.

“But her stubbornness is charming,” I argued, desperately wanting his poorly lit annoying smirk wiped off his face. He chuckled shortly and looked down.

“Sounds like someone has a crush on my girlfriend,” he teased while looking up at me again, the annoying smirk still there.

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